Everything sucks.

I just got back from my first business trip. I had a great time, and I learned a lot. I went to Washington, DC. Some strange highlight: I found myself thinking back to when my father thought I couldn't manage to get myself on a plane... now I'm getting four students and two of my superiors on & off the metro. I told one student, who commented on how complicated it all seemed, that although I know how it seems at first- she'll get the hang of it. Most of the students had never seen snow fall. When we woke up to snow on Tuesday morning, it was like Christmas.

It's like this: I don't want to have kids. I don't ever need to have my own. I don't want to get married. In fact, the feeling of a ring on that particular finger makes me dry heave when it doesn't make me vomit a little in my mouth. That making some kind of small difference in the lives of some people makes me feel good about where I am is what it is. I love my job, and there's room for advancement that I'm into pursuing. I'm going to stick around this town to get that. I'm going to stick around this town to figure out where this is going.

I love that I'm getting more independent. It's a bizzare feeling. Maybe it's called being in your twenties. My car plans have changed. My uncle, ironically enough, the bail bondsman-- has been incarcerated for a few months due to his nine-millionth DUI. I found out accidentally, and it's nothing new- being disappointed by dad's family. I'm really tired of being disappointed... some moments it seems overwhelming- whether it's my dad's family or that particular person at the office who so rarely comes through or turning on the news. I'm deciding that the important thing is to stay positive, because nobody needs that pattern of responding to being let down by being harder on oneself and others: that's trying to make forward motion by digging underground. For every bit of insanity, each repeating conclusion, I can't help but laugh, and I can't help but look over and remember Monty Python (*bright side & all*).

I love that airplane taking off, love it landing, after being sick in the beautiful falling frozen snow, working for a week straight, to suddenly appearing on a warm beach, playing in the rolling waves and tossing a frisbee all weekend... grammar be damned, I finally have time off & it ends soon, so it's time for my tiny recap to end, and for me to go keep enjoying my four-day weekend.
.Love.

I just got back from my first business trip. I had a great time, and I learned a lot. I went to Washington, DC. Some strange highlight: I found myself thinking back to when my father thought I couldn't manage to get myself on a plane... now I'm getting four students and two of my superiors on & off the metro. I told one student, who commented on how complicated it all seemed, that although I know how it seems at first- she'll get the hang of it. Most of the students had never seen snow fall. When we woke up to snow on Tuesday morning, it was like Christmas.
It's like this: I don't want kids now. I don't ever need to have my own. I don't want to get married. In fact, the feeling of a ring on that particular finger makes me dry heave when it doesn't make me vomit a little in my mouth. That making some kind of small difference in the lives of some people makes me feel good about where I am is what it is. I love my job, and there's room for advancement that I'm into pursuing. I'm going to stick around this town to get that. I'm going to stick around this town to figure out where this is going.
I love that I'm getting more indpendent. It's a bizzare feeling. Maybe it's called being in your twenties. My car plans have changed. My uncle, ironically enough, the bail bondsman-- has been incarcerated for a few months due to his nine-millionth DUI. I found out accidentally, and it's nothing new- being disappointed by dad's family. I love landing, after being sick in the beautiful falling frozen snow, working for a week straight, to suddenly appearing on a warm beach, playing in the rolling waves and tossing a frisbee all weekend... grammar be damned, I finally have time off & it ends soon, so it's time for my tiny recap to end, and for me to go keep enjoying my four-day weekend.
.Love.

Happy Buy Nothing Day!

Election Babble:
The way I see voting, hard as I try to sell out, I can't vote for someone I wouldn't actually want to see in office. Unless I can look at them and think, "That's my motherfucking candidate, bitches! WHAT!" I just can't vote for them. Otherwise, I'd have to go take a shower... & bathing is for chumps, savvy? Vote, damnit. That's all I'll say about that.

IF YOU VOTE, AND YOU LIVE IN CALIFORNIA:

I'd like you to consider voting for Peter Miguel Camejo. [[link]
Also, Schwarzenegger is a douchenozzle. There are many reasons. If you don't know them, put him next to a woman- he'll probably stick an unwarranted, unwelcome finger into one of her orifices inside five minutes.

I'd like you to consider voting YES on prop 89. It's all about getting the money out of our political system. [[link]

I'd like you do consider voting NO on prop 83. It's all about a new nonsensical, reactionary criminal justice policy.

I'd like you to consider voting NO on prop 85. This one's been around before- it's about mandating parental notification for minor's abortions. This is a bad idea.


About all of the above.... umm "Big whoop, wanna fight about it?"


My life w/o me:
Working too damn much & wanting some fucking time off; enjoying most of what I'm doing.
I'm a terrible human being... for many reasons.

And now for something completely different.
I haven't dated in a while, and I'm getting bored. I'm surrounded by lame women (as opposed to hot, fascinating women), which is bad. Being in an all male environment isn't necessarily better, but I find it easier in that nobody wants to know anything significant about each other. I suck at talking about myself, which is probably reason #873 why I don't date that much or that well. Reason #329- I've felt that most of the people I've dated were worth it pretty early on. For the most part, I think I just hang out with people who I'd kick my own ass for passing by. I'm bored w/myself; I guess I don't know what I think... I suppose I'd rather think about other stuff.

Moving on.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!